hanks for a great day of writing! Here are some photos of our day together. Wow! Great writers!
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Monday, October 28, 2013
Halloween Banana
I captured this animated photo with my Samsung S4. My daughter was having a little fun at Target. She was trying on the Halloween costumes. I took this GIF and thought it would be good to have on the blog. She hates it when I take photos of her but put up with the animated photo. When we came home she got her Batman cape and mask. I don't know if she will wear it this year, as we pass out Tootsie Rolls and Dots. We'll see. Last year she was a tree squirrel.
Emergent Bilingual and Proud
Bilingue Emergente
Emerging from the Cocoon
By Maureen Ucles
Soy bilingue
Emergente
Not an emergency
Just me
I am
An emergent
Bilingual
Like the sound of
it
Kinda distinguished
Distinguida
Gave me an excuse
To be
Me
Solamente
All these years
batallando
con uno o otro
en mi mente
Mind games
It's one or the other
Ingles o Espanol
Watch it son
You might
get some
Spanglish
In your orejas
Stop that
This instant
But now?
Hey I am
beyond a disease
I am
Bilingual Emergente
Sounds sort of
elegant
Elegante
sofisticado
Ya know?
Not that dumb
after all
No burros allowed
in my crowd
You get me?
Say yes
Dile si,si, si (can't get the accents on Blogger)
Perdon
Ah!
just my mind
Readin' off the English
Thinkin' in Spanish
What comes out of my mouth?
I am hungry
tengo hambre hombre!
Now famished!
Ya know?
Just chillin
Toma la suave
'Cause carne asada
Just met some burgers
and papas fritas
Mezclando con orgullo
cause ya gotta know
I am bilingue emergente
Proud to be
Simply
Simplemente
ME!
Expository Piece-Brothers by M. Ucles
I dedicate this piece of expository writing to my four older brothers!
Brothers
By Maureen UclesBrothers can be so annoying! They find all the most gruesome things to do to me, a younger, defenseless sibling. They should be locked up for cruel and unusual punishment! Lock them up and throw away the key.
My brother Greg is of my worst offenders. He should be posted on America’s Most Wanted. One time, he wrestled me down, just because. The wrestling part wasn’t the worse thing. He wrestled me down and put his knees over my arms, so I couldn’t move at all. Then he teased me horribly. He pretended he was going to spit on my face. Since I could move, I had to watch him let spit go out of his mouth and almost hit me in the face.It looked sort of like a January icicle on a tree branch. At the last moment, he sucked it up and smiled. I screamed and my faced turned blood red! “MOM!” I screamed. Then it was over. I still get angry thinking about it! So cruel and very unusual. That is totally messed up.
Brothers have other ways to annoy little sisters too. They find little buttons to push. I absolutely hate it when my brothers come into the living room, when I watch my favorite TV shows. I lay comfortably on my couch, not bothering a soul. No a one. They won’t turn off the TV or anything like that. They only pass by the couch, where I am lounging, and then POW! They hit me on the head for no apparent reason. They love seeing me get so angry. It hurts, when they hit me on the side of my head. It makes this thud and my ears begin to ring. I HATE IT!
I love to eat pizza. Pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese! One of my brothers uses the pizza situation to pester me beyond belief. He orders the pizza with large amounts of cheese and pepperoni and eats it right in front of me. When I try to take a slice of it for myself, he then suddenly acts as if he has to sneeze all over it. To make matters worse, he then goes and spits on it too! Gross! I don’t touch it after that. Seeing the mucous-laden pizza makes me sick to my stomach. Yuck cubed! That is so wrong!
Brothers! Brothers! Brothers! They do so many things that just to get on my last nerve. I don’t know why they take pleasure out of seeing me suffer. Maybe it is my face turning seven shades of red or my yelling, “ MOM!”at the tops of my lungs! Who knows? It works though. They can take me from a cool, calm and collected state to the state of exasperation, in milliseconds! STOP THE MADNESS already! Give me a break, won’t you? Brothers, brothers, brothers!
Friday, October 25, 2013
Just trying out some things
Just trying out some things
Put on a rhyme or two
Maybe three four
Out of my door
Into the vines
Ain't got the time
for me
Everything's a blur
Too darn fast
Yes, ma'am
No sir!
Can't slow down
even for a second
Throat is soar
I am devoid of feelings
numb
running out the door
Alphie
What's am I here for?
Time heals all
wounds inside
and out
Seriously?
Not buying it
In the least
Need to reju
Rejuvenate
Get this mess off
my plate
so full of
overwhelming sense
of velocity
inertia personified
I am
Calgon can't help me
Mama won't call
Dogs at the groomer
Not having a ball
Feel out of control
Like I lost me
My soul
SLOW DOWN
Smell the rositas
No time!
No present
past and future
Just a blur!
BLUR
Where I reside
Just look deep inside
You'll find no more of me
Just lost in a black hole
with no hope at all
SLOW down
put on the breaks
can't take it anymore
Wanna get away?
Southwest Airlines
Fly me to Bermuda
Throw me through the triangle
Until I can renew-
Slow down...for a second
Make sense of it all
Today, tomorrow, next week
In view
only partial
stuck on the dirty side
of Hurricane of life
When will it subside?
Winds of change a comin'
Tidal surge
I'm on the verge
of letting it go
But the change is incremental
Way too stinking slow!
One day soon
Soon never comes
Knocking on my door
traffic
bumper to bumper
Houston style
HELP ME!
I need to get out!
Put on a rhyme or two
Maybe three four
Out of my door
Into the vines
Ain't got the time
for me
Everything's a blur
Too darn fast
Yes, ma'am
No sir!
Can't slow down
even for a second
Throat is soar
I am devoid of feelings
numb
running out the door
Alphie
What's am I here for?
Time heals all
wounds inside
and out
Seriously?
Not buying it
In the least
Need to reju
Rejuvenate
Get this mess off
my plate
so full of
overwhelming sense
of velocity
inertia personified
I am
Calgon can't help me
Mama won't call
Dogs at the groomer
Not having a ball
Feel out of control
Like I lost me
My soul
SLOW DOWN
Smell the rositas
No time!
No present
past and future
Just a blur!
BLUR
Where I reside
Just look deep inside
You'll find no more of me
Just lost in a black hole
with no hope at all
SLOW down
put on the breaks
can't take it anymore
Wanna get away?
Southwest Airlines
Fly me to Bermuda
Throw me through the triangle
Until I can renew-
Slow down...for a second
Make sense of it all
Today, tomorrow, next week
In view
only partial
stuck on the dirty side
of Hurricane of life
When will it subside?
Winds of change a comin'
Tidal surge
I'm on the verge
of letting it go
But the change is incremental
Way too stinking slow!
One day soon
Soon never comes
Knocking on my door
traffic
bumper to bumper
Houston style
HELP ME!
I need to get out!
Star Gazing
And it goes a little something like this...
Star Gazing
By Maureen Twinkle Ucles
Twinkle, twinkle
Little star
Got me wonderin'
Estrellita
Where you are
Out in space
Light years away
Just twinkling
All the way
to the bank?
Como no?
Hardly...
Twinkling there
Twinkling here
Twinkling
Just twinkling
for whom?
For what?
Seems all full
of nothingness
Heard someone
say
Hey-
If you twinkle
They will come
Only in a field
abandoned
Out in far right field
dreams unrealized
Put on hold
I have
Thrown in the towel
for the moment
at least
Twinkle, twinkle
Como brilla
Tan contenta
Little star
estrellita
Got me wonderin'
So far
away
Oblivious to the day
That I might just
UP and WALK
Away
Wish it were
Today
Right now
This instance
Tonight
Great time to
take flight
Just might
You trippin'
No
Hardly
Twinkle, twinkle
CasaNova's
Nebulae
Hits my eye
In between
Primal scream
Out of
of my mind
heart and soul
Twinkle, Twinkle
You got the ansa?
to my ponderings
chalk full of wonderins'
Trying to find some meaning
Meaning
Voided
Beyond belief
Re-placed
Re-moved
Re-jected
by a twinkle, twinkle
from someone else's estrella
all these years
sweat, blood and some tears
for what?
Some things
Some place
Some thoughts
Worth it all?
Tal vez
Depende
Quien sabe voz?
but makes me not
so so encantada
got a fistful of thanks
Por favorcito
going through my
hands like water
escaping through a
sieve
being vetted for
the last time
final sequence
spent
So sorry, so sad
Pink slip delivered
tristemente
in a brown bag
open it up
Nah!
A little later
mas tardecito voz
Ahorita voy
Can't bare the news
Can deal with it all
what I'm goin' through
WHATEVER
Movin' on
Vaya pues
To a theatre near you
Twinkle, Twinkle
Adios
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Stress Reliever
I have been feeling a little stressed lately. When I feel that way, I know that I just need to sit down and calm myself down by writing whatever. When I write whatever and/or blog, which ever comes first, I find that my creative juices take over and I am taken to a very comfortable place. It doesn't have to be anything special because ideas are ideas and they must come out in order to be something. I was thinking on my way home today that I would like to take the advice of Crystal Allen. (Why couldn't I remember her name yesterday?) I kept saying Janet Allen and I knew that wasn't correct. Now everything is Crystal clear! She gave me some great writing advice. She told me that I need to write everyday. It didn't matter what it was but I needed to hone my craft by writing everyday. I want to become some kind of published author or poet some day. I really do! So I am going to take her advice and see where it goes. So I was thinking of Truvia packets and how I love to drink iced tea. I drink about two twenty ounce cups a day. I always have my Truvia on hand to sweeten it naturally. When I forget to fill my plastic bag, I get kind of perturbed. Today I remembered to put tons in my bag for my car and in my heavy purse. I was prepped and my day went especially nice because of Truvia! I know. It doesn't take much to please me. I have to have some iced tea to start my day and Truvia sweetens the hic ups along the way. On these kinda days, curve balls don't phase me at all. I am going with the Boston Red Sox for the World Series by the way. Big Papi just homered over the Green Monsta! I was screaming and shouting, much to the chagrin of my daughter. She hates it when I get my groove on. I jump and shout and clap up a storm. Woo Hoo! Big Papi is in the HOOOOOOUUUUUUSEEE! You go boy! YEEEEESSSS! I digress and was thinking about writing about how I love my Truvia. I will give it a try!
Truvia Queen
I love
Truvia
Packet full of joy
Sweetening
My tea
No calorie
Truvia
Stevia
My Truvia
Black Tea
Delight
Granules in flight
My beautiful
sweet, sweet
Truvia
Truvia
At Star
To the Buck
In line
On time
No dime
Green Tea
Treinta sized
Sweetened
Truvia
Cinnamin Spice
Tazo-ized
So very
perfect
Two packet
without a jacket
My Truvia
So sweet
Truvia
in a bunch
for lunch
in my purse
could be worse
life without
my Truvia
Truvia
In my car
In a compartment
Not too far
from my reach
Drive Thru
Mickey D's
One dolla
Tea
Five packets
Simply
Truvia
for me
Truvia
My Life is a Packet
I don't remember exactly where this came from but I was having a conversation about packets. So then I seized the opportunity and wrote down, "My Life is a Packet". Sounds like a poem, I thought to myself. So I decided to let the thought run it's course and just come out. The next day I opened my notebook to the sentence My Life is a Packet. I was in the middle of a meeting. Meeting. I should say, "My life is a meeting!" It was the kind of meeting when you just want to turn off the volume or put people on mute. Since I can't do that, I decided to let the poem flow on the pages of my notebook. People on mute, my brain on poetry! Next poem! Well, I have found my vehicle and I kinda like it. So here is my first take on my life as a packet. Hope you enjoy my first attempt.
My Life is a Packet
By Maureen Packet Ucles
My Life is a Packet
What a concept, right?
Nicely stapled
Papers lined up
Just right
Take a look inside
You'll find
My life is a packet
Neatly placed
On your pristine desk
Waiting to be read
Yearning to be known
Only a
Packet
Go ahead
Turn the page
Hey! Anyone home?
This is so confining
Refining
Hindrances
flowing
Got to get going
Can't quite
Break free
From this incessant
TYRANNY
So nicely stapled
on your pristine
Always clean
Cherry-wooden desk
Packet
Turn the page
Nah!
More like
Rip 'em away!
Set the pages free
Why don't 'cha now?
Just like me
Wishin' I could explore
Not be such a bore
My sorry life
in a packet
Packet
My life
Packet
Convenience
No mess
No worry
Just so very
Perfect?
Hardly
Really?
Yup
Perhaps so
Perhaps not
I say NO!
Not in the least!
Not
True
Fallacy
Balancing
Total
Smoke Screen
Calloused
Worn down
Packet
My life
On the way
Outta
My
My
Ever Loving
Mind
Kind?
Straight Jack-et
Repose
Pages exposed
Life
Is
A
Packet
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Module #1 Nuts and Bolts of STAAR Grade 4 Writing
Love it! Monkey Love response!
Have you read Elizondo's Monkey Love poem? She just posted it on Sunday! When I saw it, I was so pleased! Wow! She wrote from the heart! I haven't had time to respond until now. She has inspired me to write and post at least once a day. I wrote a poem today but left my notebook in another place. I feel so lost without my dear notebook. I will try to post it tomorrow. Who know where it will go? Big Kudos to Elizondo! How many more people will follow her lead and post? I hope more people! That way we will be wowed by other people's work and thoughts. It will serve as mentor text for us! C'mon! Take the plunge! The water is great!
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